Just Call Us Joe

There's Always Room for One More Crony
For those old enough to remember, there was a character in the Lil' Abner comic strip named Joe Btfsplk. The vowel-challenged little guy was perpetually followed by a raining cloud as doom and destruction darkened his every move.

Just call us Joe.

Over the past year the Poobah's Intergalactic Abode has been struck by a runaway moving van, which crumbled the garage and totaled a vehicle on its path of rampant destruction. There have
been two deaths in the family. A backed up sewer caused the Great $6,000 Hole to be dug. We've needed several thousand dollars of work on our Petulant Poobahmobile, which we recently backed into with our auxiliary Poobahmobile. We've needed to purchase several large appliances, take the Omnipotent Pooch to the vet several times for injuries to her furry little ass, and suffered myriad other indignities on a near-daily basis. For us the last year has been, as Queen Elizabeth once said about the year her castle burned, "annis horribilius".

But perhaps the most troublesome of all our woes was being
laid off - or "made redundant" as our civilized British friends put it. A tight job market is not the place to land when you are a 50 year old Deity with waning powers of omnipotence and too much experience.

In the seven months since the layoff, we've attended job fairs, networked with dozens of friends and acquaintances and sent enough resumes that we need the omnipotent abacus to tally them all. We've been to dozens of interviews, which went swimmingly until it was time for the offers that never came. All the potential employers provided positive feedback on our performance and the "reemployment specialists" provided by our
former employer all vouched for the fact that our qualifications are impeccable, our resume sound and our job hunting strategy is top notch.

All this turmoil is a
bitter pill to swallow for someone who has always had exemplary performance reviews and has done their best to excel and insulate themselves from the vagaries of roller coaster economies. But perhaps an even bitterer pill is the one dispensed by our former employer. After taking nearly a year to decide what our final fate would be, they showed us the door while posting our existing job for someone else to take over. That job, now nearly seven months later, remains posted. Just another sterling example of corporate behavior at its best.

So now we spend long days searching for job leads, crafting resumes, taking innumerable interviews, avoiding all the other flotsam and jetsam of everyday life and spending time with you, our readers. Of all the time we spend on things these days, we consider the time we spend here as our most treasured and well spent.

Thank you for the opportunity to serve you.

Oh yea... and if you no someone who needs a talented communications person in the SF Bay area, let us know. We'll be eternally in your debt.

Truth Told by Omnipotent Poobah, Wednesday, October 26, 2005

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